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First published January 1, 1974
Pheidias listened, sighing. "Even the arts, which are immortal, must stand aside for the greedy appetites of the mob," he said. "You are correct, my Anaxagoras, in believing that the spirit is of more importance than the body. But it is impossible to tell government that. Or, they are afraid to acknowledge it in the search for votes."
She is a democracy, and democracies can be manipulated at will by any demagogue or traitor or exigent man. Democracies carry within themselves the seeds of their own death; they are not rule by judicious and virtuous men, but rule by the mob, which is neither judicious nor virtuous, and is inspired only by its own belly and lusts and greeds.
From the women's quarters the slave girls had begun to sing, accompanied by the tinkling notes of lutes, and to Zeno it sounded very brave in the face of the rising storm. It is all the answer we can return, he thought. It is all we can say to the terrible gods. Courage.
The King Archon was an old man, and he had loved many women. Still, he reflected that even such as Pericles was not immune to Eros, and in this he was like countless other men. Empires had fallen at the touch of the soft hand of a woman. Men had abandoned honor and position and even life for women they had loved. There is a lot to be said for the theory of some philosophers, thought the King Archon, that a man in a great position should be deprived of his testes, so that his people will not perish.